stars || drarry

S T A R V I N G

TW: eating disorder

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Narrator's pov

It had been 2 months since the night at the Black Lake. Draco and Harry hadn't spoke or even looked at each other since the kiss. Neither of them attended many meals and Draco's friends noticed his weight dropping dramatically.

He thought Harry felt the same, he never would've kissed Potter if he knew he wasn't gay. He felt like shit and he knew things would never be the same with Harry.

Draco was back to his old ways, almost never getting any sleep, starving himself, and staying in bed all day.

Blaise and Pansy were worried about him. Draco told them what happened and they were pissed, but the blond haired boy wouldn't let them do anything to Potter.

Hermione and Ron had no clue what happened that night and Harry wasn't planning on telling them, but he really wanted to.

Ron brought Harry food and didn't really question him, he knew his friend would come around sometime.

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"Just talk to him, maybe he was panicking?" Blaise said to Draco.

"No." Draco muffled into the pillow he shoved his face in.

"Oh c'mon. If you don't talk to him, we will." Pansy said.

"Go ahead, I don't care anymore."

"When was the last time you ate, Draco?" Blaise questioned. He noticed his friend looked very underweight and he heard his stomach growling.

"Yeah, you look super thin." Pansy added.

"Yesterday." He looked up at his concerned friends.

"You sure?"

"Yeah." Draco reassured his friends, even though he was lying.

Draco hadn't eaten in days. He was hungry, but didn't care. He thought he deserved to starve since he messed shit up with Harry.

"What'd you eat?" Pansy got up and sat next to Draco.

"Pancakes?"

"Not true. We haven't had pancakes since last week. Why are you lying to us mate?" Blaise said, also standing up and sitting next to Draco.

"I just haven't been feeling good, that's all." Draco stated with honestly.

"What happened with Potter wasn't your fault."

"Yeah, he's missing out anyway, you're amazing." Pansy encouraged him.

"Mhm." Draco shoved himself into the pillow once again.

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"Harry, you've got to get up!" Hermione was tired of him staying in bed all day long, every day. But she was more tired of him ignoring all if her questions.

"I'm tired."

"No you're not, you bloody liar." She grabbed his hand and pulled him out of bed.

"Oww." Harry had hit his head on the ground.

"Oops, sorry. What's wrong Harry?"

"Draco kissed me and I pulled away from him." Harry paused, "I told him I wasn't gay."

"You dumbass!" Ron broke into the room, "Why?"

"I don't know, guys. I messed everything up."

"Just talk to him?" Hermione suggested.

"What if he thinks you hate him, mate? You've got to clear things up with him."

"What Ron was trying to say, was that you seriously need to talk to him, tell him you messed up and that's you are gay." Hermione corrected.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll go back to the spot by the Black Lake and if he's there then I'll tell him."

"So are you going to tell him to meet you there, orrrrr?" Ron carried out the or.

"Erm- no. If he happens to be there." Harry spoke.

"Why would he be there?" Hermione was confused.

"I don't know." Harry had a feeling that he couldn't describe. He just knew Malfoy would be waiting there for him.